Happy 1st Birthday, Cookie-Bear!
It's Cookie's first birthday and what better way to celebrate by blogging about it! Too bad for lil' Wookie that she was one year shy of her "golden" birthday due to the fact that 1 dog year is equivalent to approximately 7 human years... so I suppose she'll never get that opportunity like the rest of us androids. I can remember 20 years ago (ohmigosh! Did I just say, "Twenty years ago"???!!!) I celebrated my golden birthday at the tender age of 7 in Karlsruhe, Germany. I distinctly remember feeling oh-so-damn-special since my Mommy baked cupcakes for my class on my birthday...oh, the nostalgia of feeling that age again, yet TWENTY YEARS AGO!
I feel old, folks. My saving grace: Luckily, I still get the compliments that I look younger.
Enough about me- here's to our little Wookster that brings joy and laughter to every person she meets. I will forever be grateful for her infectious smile that lifts me out of my most horrible days, her barking in the morning that wakes me up in addition to my alarm clock (which both never stop "ringing"), her uncanny sense of smell sniffing out the villains in the neighborhood and the chicken bones she digs out of the garbage and hides in the deep recesses of the couch and bedsheets, and her clinginess and loyalty towards me because I get tired of being the clingy one all of the time. Just like relationships, you can't go looking for an animal friend, they just come into your life...and ultimately serve the purpose of self-learning. Wookie has taught me so much about life and may she continue to help me learn about the world through her own adorable, beady black eyes.
Sorry for the perverted mushiness, people- I'm sure all of you that know me know that I will go to jail for this dawg! hahahahaha!
It's Cookie's first birthday and what better way to celebrate by blogging about it! Too bad for lil' Wookie that she was one year shy of her "golden" birthday due to the fact that 1 dog year is equivalent to approximately 7 human years... so I suppose she'll never get that opportunity like the rest of us androids. I can remember 20 years ago (ohmigosh! Did I just say, "Twenty years ago"???!!!) I celebrated my golden birthday at the tender age of 7 in Karlsruhe, Germany. I distinctly remember feeling oh-so-damn-special since my Mommy baked cupcakes for my class on my birthday...oh, the nostalgia of feeling that age again, yet TWENTY YEARS AGO!
I feel old, folks. My saving grace: Luckily, I still get the compliments that I look younger.
Enough about me- here's to our little Wookster that brings joy and laughter to every person she meets. I will forever be grateful for her infectious smile that lifts me out of my most horrible days, her barking in the morning that wakes me up in addition to my alarm clock (which both never stop "ringing"), her uncanny sense of smell sniffing out the villains in the neighborhood and the chicken bones she digs out of the garbage and hides in the deep recesses of the couch and bedsheets, and her clinginess and loyalty towards me because I get tired of being the clingy one all of the time. Just like relationships, you can't go looking for an animal friend, they just come into your life...and ultimately serve the purpose of self-learning. Wookie has taught me so much about life and may she continue to help me learn about the world through her own adorable, beady black eyes.
Sorry for the perverted mushiness, people- I'm sure all of you that know me know that I will go to jail for this dawg! hahahahaha!
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I was left baby sitting Cookie for one week. She wouldn't listen to anything I said. I would tell her to sit, and she would lay, and that was only if I had a treat in my hand. The only thing she wanted to do was PLAY with her rattle bear. I'm always the one who throws it down the hall and chases her when she catches it. She loves it!! Well, even though she doesn't know the difference between sit and lay, she sure is smart. She really knows how to wrap people around her wittle paws. Whenver I didn't play with her, she barked at me. I thought she had to go out, but she didn't need to use the rest room...she just sat there in the grass. I would take her back in, and she'd bark again. We did this for about an hour. I took her out, took her back in, and nothing. I finally figured out that all she wanted to play when she plopped herself onto my lap top when I using it and barked in my face. Clearly I heard from her, PLAY WITH ME YOU FOOL...I WANNA RUN DOWN THE HALL AND CATCH THE RATTLE BEAR!! So I gave in, and now when no one pays attention to her, she barks, and guess what, WE give in and she gets her way. DARN BRAT-those are the tricks she learns. I still love her though. She's a fun dog who loves everyone.
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